It’s been a funny couple of weeks. Recently there was a phenomenon known as a Blue Moon. You can look on the Internet for the various definitions of ‘Blue Moon’, but the most common one seems to be “the appearance of two full moons in one calendar month”. Mum says it’s actually far more complicated than that, but that will do for me.
Well, we all know that the moon makes us do funny things. Naturally, we hounds are no exception to that rule. Mum thinks that I should list here the things the moon made me do quite recently (things which Mum is quite happy to acknowledge are very out of character for me).
Lunar Towel and Oven Glove Removal. Now, normally, these two items are draped over the oven door handle, and I have never, in eight months, thought that they shouldn’t be. But the other week, the Moon made me remove these two items from the oven door and take them to my downstairs bed for safe-keeping. There was no ripping or tearing (or even saliva) involved in the process, I might hasten to add. I just thought they would be safer on my bed. In the end, Mum resorted to hiding them in the larder for a few days. Now they’re on view again, but I have no interest in them whatsoever.)
The Mysterious Case of the Missing Muffin. Dad baked some muffins the other week. He does that from time to time, and although I am (naturally) interested (well, you know, food!) I have always left well alone in the past, waiting to be offered a titbit. Well, on that day, the Moon made me steal a muffin off the cooling rack after Dad had taken them out of the oven and (foolishly, as it turned out) not noticed that my Moon-infested self was lurking. So when he came back into the kitchen – there was a muffin missing. Mum went a bit ballistic, I must say. She immediately ran to her reference books and asked Dad how many choc chips he had baked into the muffins, as chocolate is (how would I know!) poisonous for dogs. It turned out that Dad had put very little chocolate into the muffins, so, thankfully for me, I didn’t have to be rushed to the vet’s to have my stomach pumped.
A Free Lunch. Some kind friends who go fishing quite regularly brought Mum and Dad some beautiful freshly-caught fish. Dad froze most of it, but he filleted and boned some fish for their lunch. He very unwisely left the fish on the kitchen worktop, wrapped in paper towels to dry it off before he cooked it for lunch for him and Mum. Yes – you’ve probably guessed it: the Moon made me take the fish and, er, scoff the lot (paper towel included). Dad was furious. Mum calmly took some sausages out of the freezer, but she made sure I kept out of Dad’s sight for the next few hours…
Egg-Centric Madness. OK. I’m quite proud of this achievement (aided by that naughty Moon, of course.) In an ashamed and deeply repentant sort of way, of course. Yes, it was very (Moon-abetted) naughty, I know. But still….. Mum had two egg cartons in the kitchen, one full one with six eggs in it, and one containing four. That naughty old Moon made me creep into the kitchen, take the egg cartons, one by one, off the worktop, carry them onto the deck to my outside settee, then open the cartons (no tearing involved), and puncture and eat EIGHT raw eggs. In mine and the Moon’s defence, we did leave Mum and Dad two eggs (whole and uncracked) for their breakfast. For some strange reason, Mum and Dad didn’t seem terribly impressed by this.
Well, after that, the Moon went away, and I went back to being my good old self, though Mum and Dad still don’t seem to trust me near the kitchen (where I’m not allowed to go) unattended. I can’t think why. According to all the websites, there isn’t going to be another Blue Moon for two or three years…
After all that, here are a whole bunch of photos that Mum’s taken over the last couple of weeks on our walks to the beach.
Till next time – ‘bye for now! 🙂